life

NARRATING MY LIFE

When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never bored because I had friends who really understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left, never to return. Instead,… Read More ›

DO OVER – RICH PASCHALL

What Would You Change?  by Rich Paschall If you could do your life over, what would you change? Would you choose a different career? Would you choose a different house or apartment? Would you consider living in another town? Another… Read More ›

WAY BACK WHEN

One of the hardest parts of getting older being unable to do the stuff you used to do. This might not sound like a big deal. After all, if you were athletic, those abilities will typically pass, sometimes, quite early…. Read More ›

WHAT WORLD IS THIS?

I am so demoralized by everything, Are we having Word War III but no one is noticing because we’re also having some really bad weather? I’m having trouble coping with life. Not just blogging. Everything. The only place I feel… Read More ›

THE BUS OF LIFE

Fandango’s Provocative Question #157 Looking at my life, how much of it is formed by things outside my control versus things that are within your control? Please elaborate to the extent you feel comfortable. We do not control our lives. If we are lucky,… Read More ›

AROUND IT COMES

Twenty-five years ago, I had surgery on both my feet to remove arthritis that attacks the joints in your big toes. Its Latin name means “stiff toe” and it’s genetic. Two of my aunts had the same problem. DNA being… Read More ›

JE NE REGRETTE RIEN

Fandango’s Provocative Question #122 I stand with Edith Piaf. I regret nothing except, perhaps, things I might have done, but didn’t. I find myself with little to regret. I wish we’d put more money away, but I didn’t have anything to… Read More ›

LIVING IN REAL-TIME

When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never bored because I had friends who really understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left, never to return. Instead,… Read More ›